On a similar note, I was amazed Wednesday night and Thursday, at the communal happiness people are capable of, as evidenced by the Sox win. It made me wonder why I'm not as outward about the things that make me equally as happy.

The thought that the affairs of the world, like those of the stars, are in God's hands - and therefore in good hands - apart from being actually true, is something that should give great satisfaction to anyone who looks to the future with hope. It should be the source of faith, joyful hope, and, above all, of deep peace. What have I to fear if everything is guided and sustained by God? Why get so worried, as if the world were in the hands of me and my fellow men? And yet it is so difficult to hold onto faith...He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light, and he can bring thee summer out of winter, though thou hast no spring. Though in the ways of fortune, understanding, or conscience thou hast been benighted till now, wintered and frozen, clouded and eclipsed, damped and benumbed, smothered and stupefied, now God comes to thee, not as the dawning of the day, not as the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon.Only the childlike retain the child's gift of wonde…

Ok, I gave you a chance to change the subject, and you didn't. So it's back to me me me.

A brief glance back in time: Friday, after some good convo with a fellow yahoo poker addict, I biked towards Helen's condo for dinner. But I had some time to burn so I stopped at Millennium Park (who knew millennium has 2 n's in it??) (here's a good shot of it..). I layed down on the cool grass in the pavilion and took a little nap. It is dimly lit throughout the evening, had a very peaceful ambiance. I then walked it over towards the bean and picked through the exhibit of photos and dialog detailing the past, present, and future of the sustainability of Chicagoland. It was very well put together, I hope it helps increase awareness through it's prominence. If people would just take a few moments to read it. I then made it to Helen's where dinner was about half done and we all kinda helped a bit to finish it... great experience! I feel bad because I don't re…

So I'm in a bit of a predicament. I've got that post below talking all about me me me, and I want to push it farther down the list and get back to non-me stuff. Except I have nothing worthwhile to post. Help?

This is going to be hard. Therese over at Exultet has tagged me with a meme where I must try to convince you folks that I am, for some reason, special. This is going to be really hard. But the fun part will be the end, where I get to tag a few other most unfortunate individuals.

I walk on the edges. I hug the edge of the sidewalk, whether I'm walking or running. I subconsciously cannot stand to walk down the middle of a sidewalk, or right through the middle of an open room.Perhaps an explanation for the first one, I am always touching objects and structures that I pass. In the office, if I turn a corner, I nick the corner with my knuckles as I pass. In stores, I feel nearly everything that I come near. It's some kind of sensory curiousity/boredom.My ideal sleep conditions: on my stomach, socks off, feet off the end of the bed so my legs can lay flat, head resting on the very corner of…

"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from a religious conviction." - Blaise Pascal

Today, that quote means something much different than it ever has for me before. I will always remember today as the day that my hope in religion has been restored. And what happened today? Externally, nothing. Just a little revelation.

An explanation will do no justice, except to say that I suddenly have a confident belief that religion can and does bring far more truth, beauty, and goodness, into the world, than the opposite. How blind our lack of communion makes us!